The Stack Of Unwanted Papers

I tried Writing a love poem to save my life, Well that didnt' work Out!

Some over many stand out,

Well then there is love poems,

The words that when grouped to gether sound the most,

Romantic,

Letters put together,

Feelings poured into paper,

The ink blott of a feather pen,

And the heart's desire of one,

I didn't need to yet write a poem,

For I have learned the best way,

Not one that includes,

Rhymes,

Nor story,

Not paper,

Nor pen,

But one that requires true heart of ongst desire,

Of affection and love towards one,

Has no bounds,

Has only love,

For the love someone feels is powerful,

A life without love is what some say,

I would conclude,

Is a life with joy!

Kidding,

For mANY have fell in its trap, 

But few nearly benefit,

What I am saying is,

Why write when we can say,

Why speak when we can write,

And why type when we can eat chocolate,

In a lovely red chocolate box,

The joy that love brings,

Is one nothing can ever replace,

Without that,

Scope for life will vanquish,

The memory of Chocolate will fade,

And your life is ruined!

Kidding!